Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.